Quotes
Quotes to inspire and reflect
I hate that dreadful hollow behind the little wood.
Come into the garden, Maud,
Music that gentlier on the spirit lies,
Death is the end of life; ah, why
Science moves, but slowly slowly, creeping on from point to point.
Forward, forward let us range,
Heard the heavens fill with shouting, and there rained a ghastly dew
Till the war-drum throbbed no longer, and the battle-flags were furled
For I dipped into the future, far as human eye could see,
Pilots of the purple twilight, dropping down with costly bales.
Men, my brothers, men the workers, ever reaping something new:
Airy, fairy Lilian.
Out flew the web and floated wide;
She left the web, she left the loom,
‘Tirra lirra,’ by the river
‘I am half sick of shadows,’ said
Willows whiten, aspens quiver,
On either side the river lie
There hath he lain for ages and will lie
Below the thunders of the upper deep;
One God, one law, one element,
Ring out the thousand wars of old,
God’s finger touched him, and he slept.
There lives more faith in honest doubt,
So many worlds, so much to do,
So careful of the type she seems,
But what am I?
Oh yet we trust that somehow good
Let knowledge grow from more to more,
The last red leaf is whirled away,
That men may rise on stepping-stones
To the island-valley of Avilion;
More things are wrought by prayer
The old order changeth, yielding place to new,
Authority forgets a dying king.
So all day long the noise of battle rolled
Elaine the fair, Elaine the loveable,
Wearing the white flower of a blameless life,
For though from out our bourne of time and place
He clasps the crag with crookèd hands;
Sunset and evening star,
‘Forward, the Light Brigade!’
Half a league, half a league,
For men may come and men may go,
I come from haunts of coot and hern,
But O for the touch of a vanished hand,
Break, break, break,
The Church’s one foundation